influencesofthegloaming
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               INT. A PLANE -  DAY

               GRAY DANSLINGER, a somewhat chubby businessman, sits in a
               seat leafing through the Skymall magazine.  He notices a
               small box that projects slides of comic book pages.  He jots
               down some info on a PDA.  A STEWARDESS turns on the intercom.

                                   STEWARDESS:
                         We are beginning our descent into
                         Reagan National now, so please make
                         sure that your seatbelt is buckled
                         and that your tray table and
                         seatback are in the upright
                         position.  The weather is a lovely
                         75 degrees.  There are reports of a
                         hail storm in some of the
                         surrounding neighborhoods, so
                         residents are advised to appraise
                         their property upon arrival.

                                   WITHERSPOON:
                         So you see what I'm saying about
                         product 8871?  Maximum sell
                         through.

                                   GRAY:
                         Sure.

                                   WITHERSPOON:
                         That's the terrible thing about
                         being the best: So many in second
                         place.

                                   GRAY:
                         Was I-?

                                   WITHERSPOON:
                         Well, it was never a close race,
                         Gray.

                                   GRAY:
                         I'm sure you must be used to just
                         being close to something. 
                         Greatness, perhaps.



               EXT. THE DANSLINGER HOME - DAY

               We focus on a dying tree, propped up by a cross-section of
               wooden planks.  We pull back to find DANA DANSLINGER, a tan
               and blonde suburban housewife, inspecting the house.  JUDY
               SAMSON, another blonde suburban housewife, is holding a dog
               on a leash.  It is urinating in DANA'S yard.

                                   JUDY:
                         Did you get any damage, Dana?

                                   DANA:
                         I think the car is a bit dinged up.

                                   JUDY:
                         What about that tree?  Looks ready
                         to keel over.

                                   DANA:
                         Gray keeps that for sentimental
                         reasons.

                                   JUDY:
                         Has Jerry Vail reported on the
                         storm yet?

                                   DANA:
                         I called the station as it was
                         happening.  I'm sure it will be on
                         soon.

                                   JUDY:
                         And you're out here missing it?

                                   DANA:
                         I Tivo'd it.

               JERRY DANSLINGER, the 8 year old son, rushes out of the
               house.

                                   DANA:
                         You slow down, young man!

                                   JERRY:
                         I've got to meet Mike and Tom at
                         the gas station.

                                   DANA:
                         You're going to get fat from all
                         that candy and soda.

                                   JUDY:
                         Children don't get fat, Dana.

                                   DANA:
                         Could you please have your dog shit
                         somewhere else?

                                   JERRY:
                             (stunned)
                         You said a bad word.

                                   DANA:
                         Go.  Go play with your friends.

               JERRY needs no convincing.  As he runs off, GRAY pulls up in
               his sedan.  He gets out and inspects DANA looking at the
               house.

                                   GRAY:
                         Did we get hit?

               More neighbors, JEROME and CINDY, have appeared at the edge
               of the yard.  JEROME holds a can of beer.

                                   JEROME:
                         They're saying it's just a five
                         block radius.

                                   GRAY:
                         Damn, that's strange.

                                   JEROME:
                         Hand of God, man.

                                   GRAY:
                             (suspicious)
                         Is that some sort of threat?

                                   JEROME:
                         I hear Radio Shack lost a whole
                         shipment of batteries on the
                         loading dock.

                                   GRAY:
                             (softly, to himself)
                         I am a man of means and ambition. 
                         I have built a tolerably propitious
                         relationship with the world.

                                   JEROME:
                         You say something, Gray?

                                   GRAY:
                         No.

                                   JEROME:
                         I think that tree's about to go.

                                   GRAY:
                         It's not my fault.

               JEROME takes another drink of his beer.

                                   DANA:
                         The window in the tool shed broke,
                         Gray.

                                   JEROME:
                         I know a good glass man.

               GRAY'S eyes narrow with pure hatred.



               INT. THE DANSLINGER HOME - EVENING

               DANA is cooking dinner.  GRAY sits in a recliner in the
               living room, arranging bottles of pills on the end table.  He
               has a line of pills laid out before him.  DANA looks in from
               the kitchen and sees this.  She rolls her eyes.  The sound of
               FOOTSTEPS DESCENDS THE STAIRS.  It is ROBERT, their teenage
               son.

                                   ROBERT:
                         Mom, whatever you're cooking, it
                         smells horrible.

                                   DANA:
                             (to GRAY)
                         Are you going to let him talk like
                         that to me?

                                   GRAY:
                         Robert, address her as "mother",
                         please.

               DANA tosses a pot holder at him.

                                   GRAY:
                         What did I do?

                                   ROBERT:
                         I don't want to start a fight, but-

                                   GRAY:
                         Run while you can.  She'll have the
                         water boiling in a minute and that
                         will leave permanent scars.

               ROBERT rushes back upstairs.  GRAY scoops the pills up and
               begins to swallow them.  DANA re-enters from the kitchen,
               waving a spatula.

                                   DANA:
                         And it's not just how you two team
                         up against me.

                                   GRAY:
                         What team?

                                   DANA:
                         We should be the team.  Not you and
                         Robert!

                                   GRAY:
                         I'm in pain.

                                   DANA:
                         Oh, the old war wound?

                                   GRAY:
                         Yes.

                                   DANA:
                         Gray, you hurt your knee playing
                         tennis.  Four years ago.  And you
                         spend all your time popping pills
                         now.

                                   GRAY:
                         I go to work.

                                   DANA:
                         You walk to the rail station.  That
                         certainly doesn't hurt your knee. 
                         But you're practically on crutches
                         to see the doctor.

                                   GRAY:
                         I am a man of means and-

                                   DANA:
                         Oh, good lord.  Save your damn
                         Speech, Gray.

                                   GRAY:
                         It's in my head.  It's my interior
                         monologue.

                                   DANA:
                         Try providing for your family.

               GRAY looks around the room.

                                   DANA:
                         And before you even say it: The god
                         damn coffee table.

                                   GRAY:
                         It was impractical.

                                   DANA:
                         It was a marble beauty with a
                         quartz overlay.  And it was a steal
                         at that price.  It matches the
                         couch and-

                                   GRAY:
                         I'm not a cash machine.

                                   DANA:
                         But you are a machine.

                                   GRAY:
                         What does that mean?

                                   DANA:
                             (mocking robot voice)
                         Does not compute.



               INT. ROBERT'S ROOM - SAME TIME

               ROBERT is on the phone with BEVERLY D'ANGLIO, his near
               girlfriend.

                                   ROBERT:
                         So I think they should have another
                         child.  It's what the family needs
                         for balance.  Then we would have
                         three children, each 8 years
                         younger than the next.  My mom is
                         going to enter menopause soon and
                         she won't have anymore eggs. 
                         That's why I'm slipping carrots
                         into the meals.



               INT. BEVERLY'S ROOM - SAME TIME

               BEVERLY is a classic goth girl and her room reflects this. 
               It is nearly black and dead flowers are thumbtacked to the
               walls.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         Why carrots?



               INT. ROBERT'S ROOM - SAME TIME

                                   ROBERT:
                         I heard somewhere that they make
                         semen more potent. 
                         Just trying to help my dad out.  He
                         doesn't wear boxers.



               INT. BEVERLY'S ROOM - SAME TIME

                                   BEVERLY:
                         You really spend that much time
                         thinking about your parents having
                         sex?



               INT. ROBERT'S ROOM - SAME TIME

                                   ROBERT:
                         Sometimes. I'm more concerned with
                         the end result than the actual act,
                         if that makes sense.



               INT. BEVERLY'S ROOM - SAME TIME

                                   BEVERLY:
                         How many times do you think your
                         mom has had your dad's cock in her
                         mouth?



               INT. ROBERT'S ROOM - SAME TIME

                                   ROBERT:
                         Shut up!  You're sick!  How can you
                         ask me that?



               INT. THE DANSLINGER HOME - SAME TIME

                                   DANA:
                         Because those pieces appreciate,
                         Gray.  I'm surprised you don't
                         understand investments.  You should
                         be thankful I'm here to guide you
                         to-

                                   GRAY:
                         I would break my foot on that
                         thing.  That's why you want it.  To
                         see me in traction.

                                   DANA:
                         Yeah.  You're absolutely right.  I
                         want a husband in so much pain that
                         he's chronically addicted to
                         painkillers.  You want some wine
                         with your pills?

                                   GRAY:
                         I'm not whining!

               They stop and look at each other.

                                   DANA:
                         Where is Jerry?



               INT. THE DANSLINGER HOME - EVENING

               GRAY stands at the door, his jacket on.  DANA is talking to
               ROBERT at the foot of the stairs.

                                   DANA:
                         And don't worry, it's probably
                         nothing.  If he comes back, call me
                         on my cell phone.  Do not call your
                         father's cell phone because he
                         doesn't know how to answer it. 
                         When the police get here, give them
                         Jerry's school photo.  His new
                         school photo, not last year's.  He
                         had different hair then and his
                         nose was more up-turned.  And call
                         me if the Small's or the
                         Gulockner's call.

                                   ROBERT:
                         What do I do if he comes back?

                                   DANA:
                         Call me.  I already told you that.

                                   ROBERT:
                         But should I call the police and-

                                   DANA:
                         I'll handle it.  Call me right away
                         if he comes back.



               INT. GRAY'S SEDAN - MINUTES LATER

               GRAY has started to go under the fog of the painkillers.  He
               is disoriented and sleepy.

                                   GRAY:
                         So what are we looking for?  Lost
                         dog?

                                   DANA:
                         Your son, Gray.

                                   GRAY:
                         Maybe we should boil our water.

                                   DANA:
                         Are you okay to drive?

                                   GRAY:
                         Absolutely not.

                                   DANA:
                         Let me drive, then.

                                   GRAY:
                         No.  I don't like anyone else
                         driving when I'm not sober.

               DANA begins to run the window up and down, staring out the
               side as they drive.

                                   GRAY:
                         Maybe we should split up.

               The window stops in mid-rise.  DANA stares hard out the
               window and then closes her eyes.  She is suddenly full of
               rage.

                                   DANA:
                         Okay.  But you get the best damn
                         lawyer you can find because I will
                         take you to the cleaners. 
                         Everything was brought into that
                         house by me, I'll take the kids,
                         I'll take every dime.  You'll move
                         back in with Doris.

               There is a pause.

                                   GRAY:
                         I meant we should split up to find
                         Bobby.

                                   DANA:
                         He prefers Robert now and we're
                         looking for Jerry anyway.



               INT. THE DANSLINGER HOME - SAME TIME

               ROBERT is talking to DEPUTY DANIELS.

                                   ROBERT:
                         He was going to the gas station to
                         play with some friends.

                                   DANIELS:
                         Okay.  And that was Tommy Smalls
                         and Michael Gulockner?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Yes.  Why?  Are they missing too?

                                   DANIELS:
                         They haven't returned home, no.

                                   ROBERT:
                         You don't think-

                                   DANIELS:
                         They're boys.  They're probably
                         shooting off illegal fireworks in
                         the woods.  They'll come home, they
                         always do.

                                   ROBERT:
                         Can I ask you something?

                                   DANIELS:
                         You can see my gun with your eyes,
                         not with your hands.

                                   ROBERT:
                         No, I mean-  Well, that's cool. 
                         But what I wanted to ask was, is
                         there a limit to how much you
                         should masturbate?

               DANIELS closes his metal clipboard and looks ROBERT in the
               eye.

                                   DANIELS:
                         If blood comes out or you get a
                         rash, take a few days off.

                                   ROBERT:
                         He watches me.

                                   DANIELS:
                         Who?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Jerry.

               DANIELS stiffens.

                                   ROBERT:
                         Like, I do it so much that I have
                         to tell my mom I've got chronic
                         diarrhea.  But he'll go out on the
                         back deck and act like he's playing
                         with his army men, but I see him
                         looking at me through the window.
                             (beat)
                         You don't think some pervert got
                         hold of him, do you?

                                   DANIELS:
                         Like I said, they always come home.
                             (beat)
                         What you just said is not healthy
                         behavior on either of your parts. 
                         Please, shut the blinds when you do
                         it.

                                   ROBERT:
                         I used to use socks.  I would flush
                         them down the toilet after I was
                         finished.  I got the whole system
                         backed up and my parents had to pay
                         some company to come over and snake
                         the drains.

                                   DANIELS:
                         Well...don't do that either.



               INT. THE DANSLINGER HOME - EVENING

               GRAY and DANA are just walking in the door.  ROBERT is
               leafing through a magazine.

                                   DANA:
                         So?  No word?

                                   ROBERT:
                         The cop said-

                                   DANA:
                         Don't say cop, it's disrespectful. 
                         Say officer.

                                   ROBERT:
                         I think he was a deputy.

                                   DANA:
                         I don't care.  Do you think Jerry
                         Vail would refer to an officer as a
                         cop?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Anyway, he said that you can't file
                         a missing person's report for 24
                         hours.

                                   GRAY:
                         Jerry is not missing.  He's with
                         his friends.

                                   DANA:
                         Well where are they, Gray?

                                   GRAY:
                             (suddenly alive)
                         And with GREAT fortitude, I have
                         managed to remain a valuable asset
                         to-

                                   DANA:
                             (to ROBERT)
                         God damn it, he's speaking Chinese
                         again.
                             (to GRAY)
                         We don't care about your Speech,
                         Gray!  I don't know what the hell
                         you have in your head, but we're
                         not interested!

               GRAY is shaken.  ROBERT tries to console him.

                                   ROBERT:
                         It's a good speech, dad.  She's
                         just upset.

                                   DANA:
                         Has anyone called?

                                   GRAY:
                         That speech will save this family
                         one day.  You mark my words.

                                   DANA:
                         Robert.  Has anyone called?

                                   ROBERT:
                         I think grandma called.

                                   DANA:
                         Which one?  Fat Grandma or Smokes
                         Grandma?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Well, I'm not sure it was her.  It
                         might have been a prank call.

                                   GRAY:
                         Was it...dirty?

                                   DANA:
                         Gray!  What a thing to say!

               GRAY pulls his sportcoat over the bottom half of his face
               like Dracula.  DANA throws up her hands in exasperation and
               storms upstairs.



               INT. THE DANSLINGER BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER

               DANA sits on the bed and turns on the television.  It is on
               the Channel 9 Nightly News, with anchorman JERRY VAIL.  He is
               a pompous jerk with feathered hair and teeth too-straight and
               white.

                                   JERRY VAIL:
                         Leaving over a dozen homes damaged,
                         the cost estimated in the
                         thousands.  We go now to Mike
                         McReady in our Channel 9 Super
                         Storm Watch Center.  But first, I
                         want to say that I love you, Dana.

               DANA bolts up and stares at the screen.

                                   JERRY VAIL:
                         I would like to bathe you in milk
                         and then retire to the bed, which
                         will be covered with rose petals
                         and surrounded by a dozen scented
                         candles.  Do you like pumpkin
                         spice, Dana?  It's my favorite.

               The phone RINGS, pulling DANA out of her daydream.  She
               answers it.  

                                   DANA:
                         Yes.
                             (beat)
                         Okay.
                             (beat)
                         What do you mean?



               INT. THE DANSLINGER HOME - SAME TIME

               ROBERT and GRAY sit, staring at the television, not talking. 
               There is a SCREAM from upstairs.



               INT. GRAY'S SEDAN  MINUTES LATER

               DANA is hysterical, weeping uncontrollably.  ROBERT is text
               messaging in the back seat.  GRAY just stares at the road
               ahead.

                                   GRAY:
                         Well, it might not be him.  It
                         could be a mix up.

                                   DANA:
                             (sobbing)
                         I know it's him.

                                   GRAY:
                         You don't know because-

                                   DANA:
                         I KNOW.

                                   GRAY:
                         Don't give me that mother's
                         intuition bullshit, okay?  Because
                         that time Robert fell off his bike
                         and cracked his clavicle, I didn't
                         even has so much as loose stool.

               DANA sobs harder.

                                   GRAY:
                         Robert, tell your mother she's
                         wrong.

                                   ROBERT:
                         Why did I have to come with you?

                                   GRAY:
                         Because we're a family.  We do
                         things together.

               ROBERT looks up from his Sidekick.  He looks back down,
               shaking his head.



               INT. THE HOSPITAL - LATER

               DANA rushes into the emergency room lobby yards ahead of GRAY
               and ROBERT.  Her mascara is running down her cheeks and she
               is dabbing at her nose with a tissue.  DANIELS is waiting for
               them.

                                   DANA:
                         Where is he?

                                   DANIELS:
                         Come sit down, Mrs. Danslinger.

                                   DANA:
                         Oh my god.

               GRAY and ROBERT have finally made it to the door.

                                   DANA:
                         Tell me now.

                                   DANIELS:
                         I think you need to sit down and
                         have a glass of water.  Mr.
                         Danslinger, would you-

               DANA collapses to the ground.  The three men rush to get her
               up on her feet again.  She is carried to a chair and sat
               down.  She comes around and begins sobbing again.  DANIELS
               pulls GRAY aside.  They converse briefly and then GRAY walks
               back to DANA, his stride unsteady.

                                   DANA:
                         What did he say?  Is it...?

                                   GRAY:
                             (a long pause and a sigh)
                         I have to go identify the body.

               DANA becomes hysterical again.  ROBERT does not know how to
               comfort her so he walks away to find a vending machine.



               INT.  HOSPITAL CORRIDORS - MINUTES LATER

               DANIELS leads GRAY towards the hospital's morgue.

                                   DANIELS:
                         That kid of yours.  He's, uh, well,
                         he's, you know, got some boundary
                         issues.

                                   GRAY:
                         He's a teenager.  No different from
                         me or you.

                                   DANIELS:
                         I wouldn't say that.  What I mean
                         is, he doesn't seem to have
                         boundaries.  I hope you don't take
                         offense, I just thought you should
                         know he said some very
                         inappropriate things to me. 
                         Unsolicited.

                                   GRAY:
                         What kind of things?

                                   DANIELS:
                         Take this left, here.  He told me
                         about the socks in the pipes.

                                   GRAY:
                         Oh, everyone knows about that.  I
                         put it in the Christmas update.

               DANIELS stares at him as they walk.  When GRAY turns his face
               towards him, DANIELS looks away.



               INT. THE HOSPITAL - LATER

               DANA sits in the lobby, listening to another officer talk
               about what the police know.

                                   OFFICER:
                         The three of them were struck by a
                         drunk driver on Rural Road 12.  He
                         was apprehended a couple miles down
                         the road after plowing into a tree.

               GRAY appears in the lobby.  DANA looks to him with her hopes
               slightly up, still, but his face says it all.  She breaks
               down again.  GRAY comforts her, wrapping an arm around her
               and resting his head against hers as she sobs.  DANA is
               chanting a sort of mantra.

                                   DANA:
                         Why, God?  Why, God?  Why did you
                         have to take my son?  Why, God?

                                   GRAY:
                         Now all we've got is the broken
                         one.

               DANA begins to collect herself.  She pulls a compact out of
               her purse and looks in the small mirror.  She tries to wipe
               away the mascara streaks.

                                   GRAY:
                         Leave it, Dana.  It doesn't matter.

                                   DANA:
                         It does matter.  Jerry Vail could
                         be coming.  I don't want him to see
                         me like-

               And then she breaks into sobs again.



               INT. A FUNERAL HOME - DAY

               GRAY sits before LARSON, the funeral director.  He is older
               than GRAY and has a gravity about him, caused by his
               profession.  He wears a very nice suit.

                                   GRAY:
                         And all the time I'm refining The
                         Speech.  I'm sure it will get me
                         out of danger, that it will save
                         the lives of everyone in the fam- 
                         But it doesn't.  I couldn't look at
                         my dead son and give that speech to
                         him.

                                   LARSON:
                         Words can not bring back the
                         deceased.

                                   GRAY:
                         I changed clothes before I came
                         here.

                                   LARSON:
                         You look very nice.

                                   GRAY:
                         My wife made me.  I was going to
                         come in Dockers and a polo shirt
                         but she said, "Put on a shirt and
                         tie.  Put on a suit."

                                   LARSON:
                         Do the same for the funeral.

                                   GRAY:
                         Oh, yeah, sure.  But that's staying
                         with me.  "Put on a shirt and tie
                         "  I don't know why that's there. 
                         I can't shake it.  It just won't
                         leave.
                             (beat)
                         Why?  Why is it important what I
                         wear today? This isn't the funeral. 
                         No one is going to see me.  Except
                         you.

                                   LARSON:
                         Except me.

                                   GRAY:
                         And why do I have to make a good
                         impression on you when I come to
                         pick out my son's casket?

                                   LARSON:
                             (expansively)
                         Grief does strange things to
                         people.  Perhaps your wife is
                         trying to maintain a sense of
                         normalcy.  What you wear is not for
                         my benefit, it is for hers.

                                   GRAY:
                         Do you have a grief counselor here?

                                   LARSON:
                         Here?  No.  But I can refer you.

                                   GRAY:
                         It's not for me, it's for her.



               INT. JERRY'S ROOM - SAME TIME

               ROBERT and BEVERLY are laying in bed, fully clothed.  Loomer
               by My Bloody Valentine is playing softly on the stereo. 
               ROBERT has a bloody nose and is staunching the flow with a
               tissue.  He is also cut above the left eye and bruised beside
               it.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         But why did the fight happen?

                                   ROBERT:
                         I don't know.  He was looking at me
                         weird and I didn't like it.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         So you hit him?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Does it look like I hit him?  He
                         hit me.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         What did you say to him?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Who keeps track?
                             (beat)
                         Thanks for coming over.

               He sees fresh cuts on her arms.

                                   ROBERT:
                         You're doing that again, huh?

                                   BEVERLY:
                         Now and then.  When I need to.

                                   ROBERT:
                         But why do you do it?

                                   BEVERLY:
                         I don't know.

                                   ROBERT:
                         You don't do things for no reason. 
                         You had a reason.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         But I don't know what it was.  I
                         don't know why you got in a fight
                         today; do you?

               There is a pause.

                                   ROBERT:
                         I guess now we look alike.

                                   BEVERLY:
                             (self-conscious)
                         We don't look anything alike. 
                         You're not ugly like me.

                                   ROBERT:
                         I just meant that now we've both
                         got blood on us.
                             (beat)
                         I think you're very pretty.

                                   BEVERLY:
                             (laughing it off)
                         Right.

                                   ROBERT:
                         I do.  Especially when you're not
                         bleeding.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         Do you want to have sex?

                                   ROBERT:
                         We can't.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         I can be really quiet.

                                   ROBERT:
                         No, I mean-  This is Jerry's room. 
                         I'm not allowed to have girls in my
                         room.

               BEVERLY looks around the room in silent awe.

                                   ROBERT:
                         What?  What is it?

                                   BEVERLY:
                         It's just creepy.



               INT. THE DANSLINGER BEDROOM - SAME TIME

               DANA is on the phone with Channel 9.

                                   DANA:
                         I want to be interviewed by Jerry
                         Vail.
                             (beat)
                         Yes, one of them was my son.
                             (beat)
                         No, one of the two that died.
                             (beat)
                         Well, why not?
                             (beat)
                         It has tons of human interest.
                             (becoming upset)
                         Listen to me, god damn it.  I've
                         earned this.  It's not how I wanted
                         it to happen, I never planned it
                         like this, but this may be my only
                         opportunity.  I'm grieving and I
                         need to meet Jerry.
                             (beat)
                         F you, lady.

               She disconnects the call.  She places the phone back in its
               cradle on the nightstand.  She notices a family portrait in a
               small frame by the phone.  She pushes it to the floor.



               INT. THE DANSLINGER HOME  EVENING

               The family sits at the dinner table, one seat conspicuously
               absent.  They are having eggs.

                                   ROBERT:
                         Why are we having eggs for dinner?

                                   DANA:
                         They were on sale.

                                   ROBERT:
                         You hate eggs.  You said it's a
                         chicken abortion.

                                   DANA:
                         They had a really good deal on
                         them.  I got two dozen.

                                   ROBERT:
                         Does this mean we'll have dinner
                         for breakfast?

                                   DANA:
                         You eat what you want, okay?  I'm
                         finished.

                                   GRAY:
                         Finished with what?

                                   DANA:
                         This.

               GRAY looks from DANA to ROBERT and the back to DANA.

                                   GRAY:
                         This?  This table?  This china
                         pattern?  This conversation?

               DANA pulls the napkin from her lap and slams it down on her
               plate.  She stands and walks out of the room.

                                   ROBERT:
                         What's wrong with her?

                                   GRAY:
                         It's hard to say.  I don't think
                         I'm qualified.



               INT. THE DANSLINGER HOME - MORNING

               DANA is at the dinner table, eating a grapefruit.  She wears
               a facial mask and is dressed in an old lady nightgown, her
               hair in rollers.  GRAY stands at the refrigerator, trying to
               command his hand to open it.

                                   DANA:
                         I told Robert that you would pick
                         him up from practice.

                                   GRAY:
                         He has practice?

                                   DANA:
                         Yes.

                                   GRAY:
                         I didn't know that.

               He opens a drawer and pulls out a very small steak knife.

                                   GRAY:
                         Why do they make them this small?

                                   DANA:
                             (without looking up)
                         For kids.

                                   GRAY:
                         But isn't that dangerous?  To make
                         a child-sized knife?  Why, that's
                         like giving them-

                                   DANA:
                         A baseball bat or a BB gun or a
                         hockey stick...

                                   GRAY:
                         Okay, you're right.  But I think
                         the risk of being stabbed over
                         dinner should be minimized as much
                         as possible.  I won't let you have
                         a knife at the table if you're
                         drinking.

               DANA snatches up the grapefruit and tosses it at GRAY,
               striking him in the back of the head. 
               GRAY slowly turns to her and then, with no explanation,
               begins to dance a weird jig.  DANA grasps her serrated spoon
               tightly.  GRAY stops dancing and begins to wash his hands
               while HUMMING a tune.

                                   GRAY:
                         What is that?  I know that song,
                         but what is it?

                                   DANA:
                         It's from that video game that
                         Jerry plays.  Played.

                                   GRAY:
                         You know, that cop told me that
                         Robert has boundary issues.

               GRAY wipes his hands on a paper towel, still on the roll.

                                   GRAY:
                         He's such a weird kid.

                                   DANA:
                         He has a weird father.

                                   GRAY:
                         You think he'll ever get married?

                                   DANA:
                         Please dispose of the paper towel
                         you have used.

                                   GRAY:
                         What practice do I have to pick him
                         up from?  Is he in the school band? 
                         On the wrestling team?  Does he
                         sing?  Have you ever heard him
                         sing?

                                   DANA:
                         Have you?

                                   GRAY:
                         Have you seen him dance?

                                   DANA:
                         Has anyone?

                                   GRAY:
                         What should I wear to the funeral?

                                   DANA:
                         Something nice.

               There is a pause.

                                   GRAY:
                         You know, I can really remember
                         something about the day I left for
                         Houston.

                                   DANA:
                             (flipping through the
                              newspaper)
                         Yeah?

                                   GRAY:
                         Jerry came in the kitchen and said
                         he needed twelve dollars for the
                         school food drive.

                                   DANA:
                         Mmmmmm.

                                   GRAY:
                         And it made my mind stop.  It's
                         like so much of your life, you're
                         just cruising around on autopilot
                         and then someone says something
                         that shuts you down.  You're brain
                         says, "Holy shit, stop right there! 
                         We have to figure this out!" 
                         Twelve dollars for the food drive. 
                         Do they donate the money?  Do you
                         have to buy food from the cafeteria
                         to donate?  Was Jerry going to stop
                         at a grocery store and spend twelve
                         dollars on canned foods?  I still
                         can't figure it out.  Are you even
                         listening to me?

               ROBERT enters the kitchen.  He is wearing Wonderbread
               packages as slippers.

                                   ROBERT:
                         Can I go over to Beverly's after
                         practice?  We're working on
                         something.

                                   GRAY:
                         Drug deal?

                                   ROBERT:
                         That's a good one.  No, we're
                         building a small fusion reactor in
                         her father's workshop.  We're going
                         to extort the government.

                                   GRAY:
                         That's holding them hostage.

                                   ROBERT:
                         You can't, like, kidnap the
                         government, man.

                                   GRAY:
                         Good point.

               ROBERT SNAPS HIS FINGERS and, a split second later, the phone
               RINGS.

                                   GRAY:
                         How in the hell did you do that?

                                   ROBERT:
                         It's good to be the king.

                                   GRAY:
                         Did you actually do that?  Did you
                         make the phone ring?

                                   ROBERT:
                         You want to know who it is?

                                   DANA:
                         Will one of you please answer that?

                                   GRAY:
                         No way.  Bad ju-ju, I'm not
                         touching it.

                                   ROBERT:
                         I know who it is and it's not for
                         me.

               DANA lets out a SIGH and then stands and answers the phone.

                                   DANA:
                         Yes, who's calling?
                             (beat)
                         Oh, of course.  How is he doing?
                             (beat)
                         Why would I want to come there?
                             (beat)
                         Really?
                             (small beat)
                         REALLY?
                             (beat)
                         Oh my god, you're the best.  I will
                         come right away.



               INT. THE HOSPITAL - LATER

               DANA, in knockout dress and heavy makeup, knocks on the door
               in the intensive care unit. DIANNE GULOCKNER looks up from a
               paperback romance novel.  MICHAEL GULOCKNER is intubated and
               in traction.  The heart monitor BEEPS REGULARLY.

                                   DANA:
                         Has he been here yet?

                                   DIANNE:
                         No.

                                   DANA:
                             (indicating MICHAEL)
                         How is he?

                                   DIANNE:
                             (voice heavy with emotion)
                         The doctors said that one of his
                         lungs has collapsed.  He's suffered
                         brain damage because of it.  His
                         spleen was ruptured and they had to
                         remove it.  My little boy is-
                             (she gets too choked up to
                              continue)

                                   DANA:
                         I'm so sorry for you, Dianne.  Will
                         he ever...

                                   DIANNE:
                         They don't know.
                             (beat)
                         It's so much easier for you.  Yours
                         is gone. I have to sit here and
                         watch mine fight for life with
                         every breath.  I'm sorry.  I
                         shouldn't have said that.  This is
                         a tragedy.

                                   DANA:
                         Yes, it is.  Are you sure that
                         Jerry Vail is coming to interview
                         you?

                                   DIANNE:
                         Well, they said they're sending
                         someone.  They asked me to be here
                         between noon and four.

               DANA'S face constricts.

                                   DANA:
                         So you don't know for sure that it
                         will be him?

                                   DIANNE:
                         Well, I just assumed-

                                   DANA:
                         F your assumptions!

                                   DIANNE:
                             (shocked)
                         Dana-

                                   DANA:
                         No.  How dare you?  To say that
                         things are easier for me because my
                         son was KILLED?  How f-ing dare
                         you!

                                   DIANNE:
                         I said I was sorry.

               DANA is storming out already.  DIANNE calls her name after
               her.



               INT. GUIDANCE COUNSELOR'S OFFICE - DAY

               ROBERT is seated facing three men: PRINCIPAL WHITE; VICE
               PRINCIPAL AKIN; and COUNSELOR TROY.

                                   TROY:
                         We want to extend a hand in a time
                         of need.

                                   ROBERT:
                         I'm okay.

                                   TROY:
                         Mrs. Trieger says you failed your
                         biology test yesterday.

                                   WHITE:
                         Have you been sleeping okay,
                         Robert?

                                   ROBERT:
                         I think that's a personal question
                         and I don't feel obligated to
                         answer it.

                                   TROY:
                         What about your shoes?

               We pan down to the Wonderbread packages.

                                   ROBERT:
                         I thought I might try out a new
                         sport.  Combine track with
                         swimming.  Wear these things and
                         run on the water.

               The three exchange a glance.  TROY leans in.

                                   TROY:
                         Do you think you're Jesus Christ,
                         Robert?



               INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY - LATER

               ROBERT is at his locker, busily cramming books into his
               backpack.  BEVERLY approaches him.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         So what did they say?

                                   ROBERT:
                         They said, uh, they said that I
                         don't have to worry about my grades
                         this year.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         For real?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Well, they worded it nicer.  They
                         said it's not an excuse to goof off
                         or anything, but I won't fail if I
                         perform poorly.  They said they
                         want my best effort and will take
                         care of me.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         Holy shit!  That's like winning the
                         lottery or something.

                                   ROBERT:
                         I know.  So I'm dropping out.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         What?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Fuck them.  They wanted to bring my
                         mother in here to talk about my
                         attitude problem.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         You just got a free pass for the
                         whole year and you're going to drop
                         out.  I'd say that's an attitude
                         problem.

                                   ROBERT:
                             (turning on her viciously)
                         Fuck you too, then!

                                   BEVERLY:
                         So that's it?  You'll just walk
                         away?

                                   ROBERT:
                         I don't need this shit.  I'll go
                         dig ditches and in two days we can
                         throw my brother in one.  I'm out.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         Hold up.  Talk to me.

                                   ROBERT:
                         It's a waste of time.  There's
                         nothing to say anymore.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         You know what you said about your
                         dad?  How he doesn't feel any of
                         this?

                                   ROBERT:
                         I'm not a drug addict like he is. 
                         I feel things.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         Sometimes you do, sometimes you
                         don't.  Which is it?

                                   ROBERT:
                         What do you want from me?

                                   BEVERLY:
                         What do you feel right now?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Nothing.  There is nothing good
                         about my life.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         But you just said you do feel
                         things.  You feel angry?

                                   ROBERT:
                         No point.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         Yes, there is.

                                   ROBERT:
                         I don't have the energy.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         You're mad as hell.  You just got a
                         free ride, so you're going to crash
                         the car.  That's anger.

                                   ROBERT:
                         Just lay off.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         Put your books back.

                                   ROBERT:
                         Why are you always on my case?!

                                   BEVERLY:
                         Because you're not living right
                         now.  You're on the other side.

               ROBERT grabs her shirt at the shoulder and pushes her up
               against the wall of lockers.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         That's right.  Own it.

               ROBERT realizes he's laid his hands on her in an aggressive
               manner and lets go.

                                   BEVERLY:
                         A little thing about feelings,
                         Robert: Don't expect them to be
                         pleasant.

               ROBERT slams the locker door shut.



               INT. THE DANSLINGER BEDROOM - TWO DAYS LATER

               GRAY is knotting a tie in front of the mirror.  DANA is
               already dressed, has been up for hours, and is ironing the
               slacks that GRAY will wear.  She notices a battery charger
               sitting on a chair near the bed.

                                   DANA:
                         What is this?

                                   GRAY:
                             (without looking at her)
                         This is a necktie.  I have to put a
                         knot in it.

                                   DANA:
                         Don't tell me you're taking the
                         camera to the funeral.

                                   GRAY:
                             (still knotting)
                         Why wouldn't I?

                                   DANA:
                         This is a funeral, Gray.  It's not
                         a graduation party.  It's not a bar
                         mitzvah.  We're not going to a
                         wedding.

                                   GRAY:
                         A lot of our family will be there. 
                         I want to get pictures of everyone.

                                   DANA:
                         So save it for the wake after the
                         burial.  They'll all be in here
                         eating our food.

                                   GRAY:
                         I want to get a picture of the
                         casket going into the-

                                   DANA:
                         Stop it!

               He finally turns to face her.

                                   GRAY:
                         What?

                                   DANA:
                         Why won't you take this seriously? 
                         We are burying our son today.

                                   GRAY:
                         Well we wouldn't if I had my way.

               There is a tense pause.

                                   DANA:
                         You never mentioned cremation.

                                   GRAY:
                         No, I did not.  That's not what I'm
                         talking about.

               DANA violently overturns the ironing board.  GRAY is shocked
               by the sudden violence.

                                   DANA:
                         You think this is my fault!

                                   GRAY:
                         Well I'm not the one that lets him
                         go running all over the county with
                         his friends.

                                   DANA:
                         So you're admitting it?

                                   GRAY:
                         I'm just saying, it wasn't my
                         fault.

                                   DANA:
                         It was a f-ing accident!

                                   GRAY:
                         Life is an accident.  His life was
                         an accident.  We didn't plan to
                         have another child and we shouldn't
                         have.  That was your fault also.

                                   DANA:
                         You are so low.  I can't believe
                         you would throw this in my face.

                                   GRAY:
                         What do you expect?  You let our
                         children run wild!

                                   DANA:
                         I let them live in the real world.

                                   GRAY:
                         Where is the real world?  Look at
                         this house.  Look at our two cars
                         when most of the world has blisters
                         on their feet.  Look at our pantry
                         full of food when half the world
                         goes to bed hungry.  This isn't
                         real life, this is a god damn
                         protective bubble!

                                   DANA:
                         If it's so safe in this place, why
                         did Jerry have to die?

                                   GRAY:
                             (turning back to the
                              mirror)
                         Because you let him.  You were a
                         bad mother.

               Smoke has begun to rise from the carpet where the iron is
               laying on it.  GRAY notices it.  He rushes to unplug it but
               DANA blocks him.

                                   DANA:
                         Let it burn!  Let the f-ing house
                         burn to the ground if you hate it
                         here so much!

               GRAY pushes past her and pulls the plug.  He grabs the iron
               and places it on the windowsill.

                                   GRAY:
                         What has gotten into you?

               DANA wipes tears from her eyes.

                                   DANA:
                         Do you even have to ask?

                                   GRAY:
                         Clean yourself up.  Don't ruin this
                         day.

               He picks up his slacks and walks into the bathroom.



               EXT. CEMETERY  DAY

               About 30 people stand and watch as JERRY'S casket is lowered
               into the ground.  Each of the family members drop a scoop of
               dirt onto the lid.



               INT. THE DANSLINGER HOME - EVENING

               The house is a wreck.  Detritus of the wake litter the entire
               home.  GRAY is patrolling with a trash bag to clean up. 
               ROBERT and DANA are talking in the dining room.

                                   DANA:
                         No.  Absolutely not.

                                   ROBERT:
                         It's my life.  I'll do what I want.

                                   DANA:
                         You may think you're an adult
                         already but you're not.  And as
                         long as you live under our roof-

                                   ROBERT:
                         Then I'll move out.

                                   DANA:
                         You'll move out?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Yeah.  Ted's older brother needs a
                         new roommate.  I already applied
                         for several jobs and I've got a map
                         of the bus routes downtown.

                                   DANA:
                         What do you think you're doing?

                                   ROBERT:
                         I'm doing what's right for the
                         family.  Jerry's gone, so-

                                   DANA:
                         That's right, Jerry is gone!  So
                         you should be here for your family.

                                   ROBERT:
                         It's too much pressure.

                                   DANA:
                         What pressure?

                                   ROBERT:
                         "Brush your teeth.  Clear your
                         plate.  Take out the trash.  Get
                         good grades."  It's all on me now. 
                         You have no other successors.  And
                         I don't want to be that guy.

                                   DANA:
                         Gray!  Gray, did you know about
                         this?

                                   GRAY:
                             (walking into the room)
                         What is it now?

                                   DANA:
                         Your son wants to drop out of
                         school and work at McDonald's.

                                   GRAY:
                         Well, I think that's his choice.

                                   DANA:
                         How many pills have you had?

                                   GRAY:
                         My knee hurt a lot.  I carried the
                         casket.

                                   DANA:
                         This is not acceptable.
                             (turning back to ROBERT)
                         You do not get to make these
                         choices.  We decide important
                         things as a family.  And this is
                         not acceptable.

                                   ROBERT:
                         Yeah, you said that.

                                   DANA:
                         Gray, will you please help me?

                                   GRAY:
                         Remember what Dr. Slydell said. 
                         The grieving process is different
                         for each person.

                                   DANA:
                         I'm not going to have my only son
                         throw away his life for no good
                         reason.

                                   ROBERT:
                         I have my reasons.

                                   DANA:
                         Like what?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Like, I don't want to live with you
                         anymore.  All you do is cry.  And
                         dad doesn't do anything.  He has no
                         emotion at all.

                                   DANA:
                         That's because he's always full of
                         painkillers!

                                   GRAY:
                         I am not.

                                   DANA:
                             (offhanded)
                         Oh, please, Gray, you're whacked
                         out of your gourd.
                             (back to ROBERT)
                         You are going to stay in school and
                         get good grades and go to an Ivy
                         League school.

                                   ROBERT:
                         It's not fair!

                                   DANA:
                         I know it's not.  What happened
                         with your brother wasn't fair
                         either.  But in ten years, when
                         you're working some hedge fund and
                         making six figures, you will be
                         glad that I forced you to live a
                         wonderful life.

                                   ROBERT:
                         Yeah, what happened to Jerry wasn't
                         fair and the guy that did it is
                         going away for twenty years in
                         prison.  I get half the sentence
                         that he will and I didn't even do
                         anything wrong!  Hey, you want to
                         see something?  You want to see
                         something?

               ROBERT reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small
               automatic pistol.

                                   DANA:
                         Give me that right now.

               He puts the pistol up to his head and pulls the trigger. 
               There is no shot fired. 
               A flame springs up from the top of the gun.  It is a replica
               lighter.  ROBERT laughs maniacally and DANA falls backwards
               into one of the chairs.

                                   ROBERT:
                         How about that?  I could do that
                         for real.

                                   DANA:
                         Gray, talk to him.  He's your son.

                                   GRAY:
                         I think you were a little more
                         involved in the birth than I was.

               DANA covers her eyes with her hand.

                                   DANA:
                             (still covering her eyes)
                         I'm going to count to ten.  When I
                         get to ten, I will open my eyes and
                         I want you to both be somewhere
                         else.  I don't want anymore arguing
                         tonight and I don't want anyone
                         making choices about anything.  I
                         just want peace and quiet so that I
                         can watch Jerry Vai- the news.



               INT. THE DANSLINGER HOME - MORNING

               GRAY sits in a wooden chair staring out the window.  DANA
               quietly and cautiously creeps down the stairs to find him. 
               He is drinking cocoa.

                                   DANA:
                         Penny for your thoughts?

               GRAY looks up at her.  He lets out a SIGH.

                                   GRAY:
                         I'm damned, aren't I?

                                   DANA:
                         What do you mean?

                                   GRAY:
                             (with a small laugh)
                         What I said at the hospital.

                                   DANA:
                         Oh, it's all a blur.

                                   GRAY:
                             (long pause)
                         I said that now we're stuck with
                         the broken one.
                             (very remorseful)
                         I blew it.

                                   DANA:
                         I don't know what you're talking
                         about.   But I'm sick of it.

                                   GRAY:
                         I'm trying to communicate.  You
                         said that I don't do that enough.

                                   DANA:
                         But bringing up the past-

                                   GRAY:
                         No, this is important.  I wonder,
                         sometimes.  What life would be like
                         if we hadn't married.

                                   DANA:
                         Now you're hurting my feelings.

                                   GRAY:
                         Good!  I'm glad.

                                   DANA:
                         Why are you so wretched?

                                   GRAY:
                         Think back to college.  Do you
                         remember those days?

                                   DANA:
                         Yes.

                                   GRAY:
                         You're the cute young drama major
                         and I'm the debate team co-captain. 
                         There was so much ahead of us.  Did
                         you think we'd end up here?

                                   DANA:
                         It's a lovely home.

                                   GRAY:
                         There's no love in it anymore.

                                   DANA:
                             (long pause)
                         Was there ever?

                                   GRAY:
                             (wrapped up in himself)
                         So much potential.  We were going
                         to change the world.  Not like the
                         hippies had tried, levitating the
                         Pentagon or whatever, but we were
                         going to do it.  We were going to
                         end racism and economic inequality
                         and sexism.  We were going to erase
                         the debt record and start fresh.  I
                         just don't know what it was all
                         for.

                                   DANA:
                         You know something very
                         interesting?

                                   GRAY:
                         What?

                                   DANA:
                         I caught Robert listening to some
                         of our albums.  The vinyl ones.

                                   GRAY:
                         Yeah?

                                   DANA:
                         The Replacements, REM, those albums
                         we keep in the garage.  I didn't
                         know he would like them.  I didn't
                         know we could pass down a piece of
                         ourselves.

                                   GRAY:
                         I'm not sure I want to.  Wasn't the
                         goal to give them a better life
                         than what we have?

                                   DANA:
                         Is the cocoa still warm?

               He looks down into his cup.

                                   GRAY:
                         I'll be damned for all eternity for
                         what I said about him.  How could I
                         say that about my own son?

                                   DANA:
                         He can be a pill.  Remember what he
                         did last night with that f-ing
                         lighter gun?

                                   GRAY:
                             (offering the mug)
                         Do you want this?  I can't finish
                         it.

                                   DANA:
                         He said he could do it for real. 
                         That was the part that scared me
                         the most.

                                   GRAY:
                         I'm sure he was just-

                                   DANA:
                         Should we watch him closer?  Like a
                         suicide watch?

                                   GRAY:
                         I'll talk to him about it.

               There is a SOFT KNOCK at the door.  DANA goes to answer it. 
               She finds 8 year old FERGUSON standing on the doorstep, his
               mother's car parked in front of the house.

                                   DANA:
                         Ferguson?

                                   FERGUSON:
                         Yes, Mrs. Danslinger.

               DANA is unsure.  She notices he is holding an arm behind his
               back.

                                   DANA:
                         Did nobody tell you that-

                                   FERGUSON:
                         I know about it.  I came here to
                         say...I'm sorry.

                                   DANA:
                         You're sorry?

                                   FERGUSON:
                         For your loss.

               DANA is touched.

                                   DANA:
                         Thank you.

               He pulls his arm from behind his back.  He is holding a
               plastic shopping bag.

                                   FERGUSON:
                         They're army guys.  Jerry left them
                         at my house.

               DANA takes the bag.  Before she can say thanks again, he
               sprints off back to his mother's car.  DANA waves at the car
               and the horn BEEPS once, then drives away.  DANA walks back
               to the living room to find GRAY has lined his painkillers up
               on the windowsill.  There is more than the usual amount, what
               looks to be a deadly amount.  But she says nothing.  She
               walks up to JERRY'S room and lays the bag on his bed.  She
               straightens the comforter a bit.  As she exits the room, she
               sees a light on under the door of ROBERT'S room.  She KNOCKS
               on the door.



               INT. ROBERT'S ROOM - SAME TIME

               ROBERT is laying on his back, staring at the ceiling.  When
               he hears the KNOCK, he grabs a book and opens it randomly and
               then calls out

                                   ROBERT:
                         Enter.

                                   DANA:
                         Are you already up?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Yeah.

                                   DANA:
                         Did you sleep?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Yeah.

                                   DANA:
                             (unsure)
                         Did you want to talk to someone?

                                   ROBERT:
                         Just want to read my book.

                                   DANA:
                         Okay.

               She shuts the door.  She hears the CLICK of the light being
               turned off.
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